Tell me hannah, where does a young girl like yourself get panties like that? I said, smiling. Her jaw dropped. Ms.. Ms. Green, I.. I dont know.. She s...id, her face red and her eyes unable to look away from my smile. I stood up from my desk, sitting in the desk in front of hers, leaning in close with her, i gently stroked her small, smooth arm on the desk. She tried to pull her arm away, but i didnt let her. Ms. Green.. what are you doing?! She said, worry in her voice, with a hint of. .. what is your name Whitey?" Um, Alan Master, Alan Borne." Ok then, from now on you must always, and I do mean always, no matter who you are talking to, you must always refer to yourself as Sissy Alan. Is that clear? And look at my crotch whenever you speak to me, and make sure you lick your lips like you can't wait to get your hands, lips and other sissy parts on it. Is that all clear Sissy Alan?"Pathetically, I did as instructed, dutifully raising my gaze to stare at his swollen crotch.. She has told me that she does, too. She's careful though. Your brother looks like a great guy and you two make good cheerleaders for him. Who knows? Maybe they will meet."We left shortly thereafter though exchanged numbers. Our next meeting was with two teens, Tim and Jean Jones. Their parents vanished leaving them alone. Tim had finished his first year of college and Jean would be a senior in high school. They had all gone to bed Saturday night and the brother and sister woke to find their. His eyes roamed over my body, taking in the short, tight outfit I wore to accentuate my budding body."Get over here," He ordered me. I obeyed meekly, walking over to him. He grabbed my body and pulled it close to him. I gasped and before I could stop it, he had forced his hand under my skirt and was feeling my soaking wet panties."Daddy!" I cried out, pulling away from him. He lifted his fingers to his nose and took a sniff. A strange look crossed his face, and he stared at me."You were out.